Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June Days. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.